I am Lazarus come from the dead,
I am Ozymandias king of kings,
Within the kingdom that is my head,
I can be so many powerful things.
I can be and am every Superman and God,
While I sleep deep in my bed,
And dram of my kingdom where only I trod,
Free to chose my own path until I am dead.
But beyond my world in far distant lands,
I can have no hold on my fable,
And I cannot think nor understand,
And I am not strong nor able.
Instead of choosing a path I can only stare,
As the sliding sands do run thing,
And my once mighty kingdom falls to despair,
My power crumbles and I am no king